Death of the Star Luo Emperor

The next moment, a massive tiger claw came crashing down.

Bang!!

The tremendous impact echoed across the entire battlefield, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The soldiers following the Star Luo Emperor stared intently at the smoke-shrouded battlefield.

As the smoke gradually dispersed, someone cried, "Impossible!!"

Seeing the scene on the battlefield, some soldiers wondered if they had yet to wake from a dream.

At that moment, before Blood stood two wings formed from red mist.

Those wings looked as fragile as paper. Against the enormous tiger claw, they seemed, to any ordinary person, like an egg striking a stone.

As long as the other side applied even a little force, he would surely be finished.

Yet now, this "egg" had actually withstood the stone's full-force blow.

It was simply impossible.

And yet, that impossibility had happened right before their eyes.

Clang—

Some soldiers had even lost their will to fight, and the sharp weapons in their hands slipped to the ground.

They struck the earth with a clatter.

That sound seemed to signal something. Across the battlefield, weapons began falling to the ground one after another.

Of the two people deciding the course of this war, the Star Luo Emperor had no time to care about those soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit.

Because his own heart was beginning to crumble as well.

His opponent's strength had greatly exceeded his expectations. He was absolutely above Rank 97.

Only a Rank 97 could so effortlessly block his Martial Soul Fusion Skill without even possessing his Martial Soul.

Fortunately, his Martial Soul Fusion Skill was not the sort that could only launch a single attack.

The tiger claw pressed against the other's wing exerted force, actually pushing the massive White Tiger backward.

As it rapidly fell back, its other claw